Good morning from Bristol. The sky is clear, the sun is out. I just hope that today isn’t too sticky. That sort of day really doesn’t suit me.
I hope Mick got on well and is doing ok; that Marydoll is feeling better and pain is “less worse”; that olddudders had a safe journey back to France; and that everyone I have missed is better in themselves, if nothing else.
I did some housework first thing; vacuuming, rearranging dust, spot cleaning the carpet…
I went to get my glasses straightened again, but the girl who served me didn’t really know what she was doing, and also seemed rather too laidback and casual…. She was very, very slow.
On a whim, I asked my two AC if they were free for lunch. They were, DD was between two meetings. We met at St. Nicholas market where there is a little street dedicated to food. The Moroccan food was delicious.
In the afternoon, I set about fixing Philip’s cardboard moose head. I’m not sure how it started, but I used to buy the most tasteless but not rude souvenir for him, when on holiday. Thus moose head was from Canada. He loved it and had it at the top of his stairwell. It was a bit floppy and needed surgery. Some fabric, some brown paper, et voila!
Today, I’ve got to do some shopping. DS has invited himself for the night, so need to get things to spoil him.
I also have a meeting for a church clothes swap, sorting donations, etc. DS is coming with me for some muscle power.
This has turned into one of Maydoll’s novellas…
Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩❤️🦩